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This thread is to post and track my written/art entries for the Sornieth World Tournament Nuzlocke challenge. Feel free to post, comment, ask for pings, etc.~
[b]My current team:[/b]
None Currently
[b]Fallen Comrades:[/b]
[u]Tournament 1[/u]
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[b]SayYourPrayers[/b]
Cleric[nextcol]
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[b]InTheShadow[/b]
Ranger[nextcol]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=31415354]
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[b]IllCarryYouHome[/b]
Paladin[/columns]
All three killed on day 5 of the first tournament to the trials of the scorched forest.
[u]Tournament 2[/u]
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[b]Miel[/b]
meditate monk[nextcol]
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[b]Koyane[/b]
Mire Flyer[nextcol]
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[b]Foliagebean[/b]
Cleric[/columns]
[s]The scorched forest strikes again.[/s] Re-instated!
Due to another participant dropping out, and the flip of a coin, I am back in the tournament!
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[b]Koyane[/b]
Mire Flyer
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[b]Foliagebean[/b]
Battle Cleric
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[b]Miel[/b]
Meditate Monk[/columns]
Ganged up on by a large group of bramble guardians on the 31st battle of Day 11.
[b]Pinglist: [/b]
(This feels a little ambitious, but what the hey~)
[b]Links:[/b]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2136272/1]World Tour Hub[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2142548/1]The First Sornieth World Tournament[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2167890]The Second Sornieth World Tournament[/url]
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This thread is to post and track my written/art entries for the Sornieth World Tournament Nuzlocke challenge. Feel free to post, comment, ask for pings, etc.~
My current team:
None Currently
Fallen Comrades: Tournament 1
SayYourPrayers
Cleric
InTheShadow
Ranger
IllCarryYouHome
Paladin
All three killed on day 5 of the first tournament to the trials of the scorched forest.
Tournament 2
Miel
meditate monk
Koyane
Mire Flyer
Foliagebean
Cleric
The scorched forest strikes again. Re-instated!
Due to another participant dropping out, and the flip of a coin, I am back in the tournament!
Koyane
Mire Flyer
Foliagebean
Battle Cleric
Miel
Meditate Monk
Ganged up on by a large group of bramble guardians on the 31st battle of Day 11.
Pinglist:
(This feels a little ambitious, but what the hey~)
Day 2
Objective: 20- 30 fights
Location: Woodland Path
Starting exp: 3645
Ending Exp: 10806
Number of battles: 30
Drops:
Zephyr Bolt
Ability Stone
A powerful and focused jet stream. Deals Wind damage to one target. May only be used by wind dragons.
500
Required Level: 5
Regeneration
Ability Stone
Surrounds the target in a restorative aura. For a short duration, they will continuously regenerate health.
600
Required Level: 5
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Day 3
Objective: art
Location: Woodland Path
Starting exp: 10806
Ending Exp: 10806
Number of battles: 0
Drops: none
Shadow's Journal; Day 3
We have been working in this competition for three days now. So far, there have been no major occurrences. We have seen no strange shadows nor creatures that indicate the presence of the Story Vortex, which is comforting. With good teamwork, we have made it into the Woodland Path to continue training and searching for any traces of our quarry. We have been learning stronger techniques to apply our magic, and this is good. If I am to be here, I at least get to earn some good experiences out of the ordeal.
Being here brings back.... painful memories. To even think of the last time I was here.... it hurts, and the scars around my face twinge every now and then as I make my way through the foliage. But, I do this for my teammates, and so I will continue despite my past. Despite our past.
It happened so long ago, when I was just a rambunctious hatchling, same as my sister Carry. Our father, Erin, the most experienced member of the clan, had gone out on a scouting trip. Nothing special, nothing hard. With him, he had taken Dazzle, an up-and-coming fighter, if a little arrogant. I wasn't particularly fond of him, but he was the leader's oldest friend, so we all were nice to him anyway. Besides, sometimes he brought us back fun toys and sparkly crystals to play with from his excursions.
I followed them out that day; I wanted to be like my dad- a warrior! I wanted to fight! I was so small and innocent, I didn't really know any better; didn't know the danger. My dark colors helped me to follow them without being too obvious- I could creep through the shadows and bushes and hide pretty well. They were both trotting along in front of me, their paws finding the well-worn path that many other clan mates had traversed before them. And as they walked, they talked.
"They're getting pretty big now, aren't they?"
"Yes." Erin chuckled. "So full of verve and energy, just like their father." He gave a meaningful look to Dazzle. Dazzle just sighed, shaking his ear flaps a little as he trotted faster down the path. Our father easily kept pace with him. "They should know, Dazzle. You should tell them."
"No. They adore you, Erin. I'm not taking that away from them."
"They'll find out at some point. Hatchlings are smart." Erin looked at his partner sideways, and Dazzle paused. His eyes all closed.
"It's better this way. They feel strong; they feel important. That's all that matters."
"...." Erin's level gaze held no pity, no anger, not even a trace of agreement. His eyes were blank, simply waiting for Dazzle to explain his reasoning.
"Look, Stop had no interest in being a real mother, and the whole clan knows it- She'll nest on a whim, and the minute they're hatched, she'll dive back into the Ruins for months at a time to drop-kick ghosts, and no one will see her until she's ready to nest again to start the whole process over." Dazzle actually stopped moving, his tail lashing violently. Erin didn't say anything, not arguing the truth nor providing any visible prompts for further discussion. "...I... I think it really comes down to me... I wasn't anywhere near ready to be a father. Not in any sense that counts. And when they saw you the first time.... they were so smitten with you." Dazzle sat back on his haunches, his snout pointed at the sky. "They were so dang proud to have you as their 'father'. To belong to one of the greatest fighters in the clan, not some hotshot nobody who got the clan leader into trouble in his past..." Their ears pricked up at the same time, Dazzle's snout twitching.
"Cockatrices. They're close." Erin barely breathed the words, and the two seemed to disappear in a flash of muscle and speed. I wriggled out from the bushes, feeling suddenly very alone and scared. Where had they gone so quickly?
scriiiiiiitch-scritch .....bu bu buc-iiiiissssss I spun around to see the large bird go from searching the ground into an attack stance- right at me! I tried to scamper away, to run, to hide like I had before, but this thing was faster. The only thing i could do was scream when it's claws came down around my eyes. Instantly, teeth and claws and growling filled the area around me as the pair of mirrors tore apart my attacker.
But my life would never be the same. I never spoke another sound. Everyone, even my sister believes it to be because my throat was hurt in the attack. And maybe it was. I'll never know for sure, for even if my voice were completely unharmed, I took a vow of silence that day, so as to never let my sister down. So as never to let slip the secret of our parentage.
Day 3
Objective: art
Location: Woodland Path
Starting exp: 10806
Ending Exp: 10806
Number of battles: 0
Drops: none
Shadow's Journal; Day 3
We have been working in this competition for three days now. So far, there have been no major occurrences. We have seen no strange shadows nor creatures that indicate the presence of the Story Vortex, which is comforting. With good teamwork, we have made it into the Woodland Path to continue training and searching for any traces of our quarry. We have been learning stronger techniques to apply our magic, and this is good. If I am to be here, I at least get to earn some good experiences out of the ordeal.
Being here brings back.... painful memories. To even think of the last time I was here.... it hurts, and the scars around my face twinge every now and then as I make my way through the foliage. But, I do this for my teammates, and so I will continue despite my past. Despite our past.
It happened so long ago, when I was just a rambunctious hatchling, same as my sister Carry. Our father, Erin, the most experienced member of the clan, had gone out on a scouting trip. Nothing special, nothing hard. With him, he had taken Dazzle, an up-and-coming fighter, if a little arrogant. I wasn't particularly fond of him, but he was the leader's oldest friend, so we all were nice to him anyway. Besides, sometimes he brought us back fun toys and sparkly crystals to play with from his excursions.
I followed them out that day; I wanted to be like my dad- a warrior! I wanted to fight! I was so small and innocent, I didn't really know any better; didn't know the danger. My dark colors helped me to follow them without being too obvious- I could creep through the shadows and bushes and hide pretty well. They were both trotting along in front of me, their paws finding the well-worn path that many other clan mates had traversed before them. And as they walked, they talked.
"They're getting pretty big now, aren't they?"
"Yes." Erin chuckled. "So full of verve and energy, just like their father." He gave a meaningful look to Dazzle. Dazzle just sighed, shaking his ear flaps a little as he trotted faster down the path. Our father easily kept pace with him. "They should know, Dazzle. You should tell them."
"No. They adore you, Erin. I'm not taking that away from them."
"They'll find out at some point. Hatchlings are smart." Erin looked at his partner sideways, and Dazzle paused. His eyes all closed.
"It's better this way. They feel strong; they feel important. That's all that matters."
"...." Erin's level gaze held no pity, no anger, not even a trace of agreement. His eyes were blank, simply waiting for Dazzle to explain his reasoning.
"Look, Stop had no interest in being a real mother, and the whole clan knows it- She'll nest on a whim, and the minute they're hatched, she'll dive back into the Ruins for months at a time to drop-kick ghosts, and no one will see her until she's ready to nest again to start the whole process over." Dazzle actually stopped moving, his tail lashing violently. Erin didn't say anything, not arguing the truth nor providing any visible prompts for further discussion. "...I... I think it really comes down to me... I wasn't anywhere near ready to be a father. Not in any sense that counts. And when they saw you the first time.... they were so smitten with you." Dazzle sat back on his haunches, his snout pointed at the sky. "They were so dang proud to have you as their 'father'. To belong to one of the greatest fighters in the clan, not some hotshot nobody who got the clan leader into trouble in his past..." Their ears pricked up at the same time, Dazzle's snout twitching.
"Cockatrices. They're close." Erin barely breathed the words, and the two seemed to disappear in a flash of muscle and speed. I wriggled out from the bushes, feeling suddenly very alone and scared. Where had they gone so quickly?
scriiiiiiitch-scritch .....bu bu buc-iiiiissssss I spun around to see the large bird go from searching the ground into an attack stance- right at me! I tried to scamper away, to run, to hide like I had before, but this thing was faster. The only thing i could do was scream when it's claws came down around my eyes. Instantly, teeth and claws and growling filled the area around me as the pair of mirrors tore apart my attacker.
But my life would never be the same. I never spoke another sound. Everyone, even my sister believes it to be because my throat was hurt in the attack. And maybe it was. I'll never know for sure, for even if my voice were completely unharmed, I took a vow of silence that day, so as to never let my sister down. So as never to let slip the secret of our parentage.
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[b]Day 4[/b]
Objective: 30- 40
Location: Woodland Path
Starting Exp: 10806
Ending Exp: 20580
Number of battles: 40
Drops:
[item=dented iron helmet][item=leafy pack][item=earthen might fragment]
Day 4
Objective: 30- 40
Location: Woodland Path
Starting Exp: 10806
Ending Exp: 20580
Number of battles: 40
Drops:
Dented Iron Helmet
Apparel
A hand-crafted metal helm. It's best not to ask how this piece actually fits on a dragon's head. This one is old and dented.
500
Leafy Pack
Chests
Assembled from woven vines and tough broad leaves. There's something inside.
0
Earthen Might Fragment
Augment Stone
When assigned, this fragment empowers one Earth dragon with +2 Strength.
400
Required Level: 5
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Day 5
Objective: 40- 50
Location: Scorched Forest
Starting Exp: 20580
Ending Exp: n/a
Number of battles: 11
Drops: none
After a streak of bad luck, Shadow is slain by a searing jackalope in battle ten. Prayers and Carry fall in the next battle to the untimely appearance of bowmen and a bonepriest.
Day 5
Objective: 40- 50
Location: Scorched Forest
Starting Exp: 20580
Ending Exp: n/a
Number of battles: 11
Drops: none
After a streak of bad luck, Shadow is slain by a searing jackalope in battle ten. Prayers and Carry fall in the next battle to the untimely appearance of bowmen and a bonepriest.
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~~START TOURNAMENT TWO~~ Day 1
Objective: writing
Location: Training Fields
Starting exp: 0
Ending Exp: 0
Number of battles: 0
Drops: none
Miel fiddled with the bangles around her wrists absently. Big Sister Peace wasn’t returning her letters… they’d made the trip out to the Tangled Wood weeks ago, ready to participate in the second tournament, as a way to help in their training for the Merc guild, as well as to keep an eye out for any stray pockets of the Story Vortex. But not once had Peace sent her a note. Miel had sent at least three by this point, even if they were rather bare-bones updates before the actual action began.
It wasn’t like her. Peace always returned her letters promptly. She was her Big Sis, she looked out for her and cared for her…. Sighing, she turned her attention to where Koyane was practicing her fighting on some small chunks of wood, regularly scattering them and sending them flying into tree trunks, and occasionally into Foliagebean, who would quickly dart off with a yelp before slowly padding back to his spot in the solitary sunbeam that was making its way through the canopy.
Miel sighed, and instantly Koyane was on her case. “Quit making those sad sounds, the tournament will start soon enough! In fact, I think I heard the horn earlier! We get to start tearing into things!” Her tail lashed, and the sharp glint in her eyes spoke of eagerness to shed blood and tear asunder.
The sight made Miel’s coarse fur stand slightly on end. She walked closer to Foliagebean, leaning protectively against his flank, feeling his slight nervous shivers from the place that their bodies touched. “Stop being such a cutthroat. We are here to train- discipline, responsibility, teamwo-”
“Oh shut it! We’re here to learn how to be mercs! And that means taking things DOWN!” She lashed her left paw out at another chunk of wood, sending it whizzing over Foliagebean’s shoulder. He flinched, ever the gentle, cowardly, innocent friend the Miel watched over like a hawk. Peace did so as well.
“Maybe if you could stop plotting to take Peace’s place you could actually learn something!” The angry words were out before Miel could even realize what was happening. Instantly she bit her lip, pressing closer into Foliagebean’s side for support.
Koyane’s eyes narrowed. “Plotting, eh?” Her stillness was far scarier than her wild abandon for violence that she had displayed mere seconds before. “I wouldn’t call it that. I would say… fulfilling destiny. I’ve got a legacy to live up to, and no one, especially not a yellow-bellied orphan is going to tell me right from wrong.” She sneered, turning her back on the others and stalking away.
Miel stayed perfectly still. She had poked the scaleback more than enough for today. Suddenly, a horn could be heard in the distance. She saw Koyane’s ears twitch up, and as she turned to dash toward the sound, she caught sight of that mad, barbaric light in her eyes again.
“Red dragon. Bad.” Miel absentmindedly stroked Foliagebean’s wing, watching Koyane disappear. She wasn’t sure if Foliagebean meant his usual beanclan mantra of ‘red dragons are bad’, or if he meant that this particular situation with this red dragon was bad. Either way, he wasn’t wrong. And they had a tournament to get to. With a gentle nudge, she got her friend moving, and they slowly followed their unscrupulous teammate deeper into the Woods to get their directions.
~~START TOURNAMENT TWO~~ Day 1
Objective: writing
Location: Training Fields
Starting exp: 0
Ending Exp: 0
Number of battles: 0
Drops: none
Miel fiddled with the bangles around her wrists absently. Big Sister Peace wasn’t returning her letters… they’d made the trip out to the Tangled Wood weeks ago, ready to participate in the second tournament, as a way to help in their training for the Merc guild, as well as to keep an eye out for any stray pockets of the Story Vortex. But not once had Peace sent her a note. Miel had sent at least three by this point, even if they were rather bare-bones updates before the actual action began.
It wasn’t like her. Peace always returned her letters promptly. She was her Big Sis, she looked out for her and cared for her…. Sighing, she turned her attention to where Koyane was practicing her fighting on some small chunks of wood, regularly scattering them and sending them flying into tree trunks, and occasionally into Foliagebean, who would quickly dart off with a yelp before slowly padding back to his spot in the solitary sunbeam that was making its way through the canopy.
Miel sighed, and instantly Koyane was on her case. “Quit making those sad sounds, the tournament will start soon enough! In fact, I think I heard the horn earlier! We get to start tearing into things!” Her tail lashed, and the sharp glint in her eyes spoke of eagerness to shed blood and tear asunder.
The sight made Miel’s coarse fur stand slightly on end. She walked closer to Foliagebean, leaning protectively against his flank, feeling his slight nervous shivers from the place that their bodies touched. “Stop being such a cutthroat. We are here to train- discipline, responsibility, teamwo-”
“Oh shut it! We’re here to learn how to be mercs! And that means taking things DOWN!” She lashed her left paw out at another chunk of wood, sending it whizzing over Foliagebean’s shoulder. He flinched, ever the gentle, cowardly, innocent friend the Miel watched over like a hawk. Peace did so as well.
“Maybe if you could stop plotting to take Peace’s place you could actually learn something!” The angry words were out before Miel could even realize what was happening. Instantly she bit her lip, pressing closer into Foliagebean’s side for support.
Koyane’s eyes narrowed. “Plotting, eh?” Her stillness was far scarier than her wild abandon for violence that she had displayed mere seconds before. “I wouldn’t call it that. I would say… fulfilling destiny. I’ve got a legacy to live up to, and no one, especially not a yellow-bellied orphan is going to tell me right from wrong.” She sneered, turning her back on the others and stalking away.
Miel stayed perfectly still. She had poked the scaleback more than enough for today. Suddenly, a horn could be heard in the distance. She saw Koyane’s ears twitch up, and as she turned to dash toward the sound, she caught sight of that mad, barbaric light in her eyes again.
“Red dragon. Bad.” Miel absentmindedly stroked Foliagebean’s wing, watching Koyane disappear. She wasn’t sure if Foliagebean meant his usual beanclan mantra of ‘red dragons are bad’, or if he meant that this particular situation with this red dragon was bad. Either way, he wasn’t wrong. And they had a tournament to get to. With a gentle nudge, she got her friend moving, and they slowly followed their unscrupulous teammate deeper into the Woods to get their directions.
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Day 2
Objective: 40- 50
Location: Training Fields
Starting exp: 0
Ending Exp: 5010
Number of battles: 50
Drops: nothing of note
Day 3
Objective: 30- 40
Location: Woodland Path
Starting exp: 5010
Ending Exp: 15324
Number of battles: 40
Drops:
Jungle Slash
Ability Stone
A whipping slash of roots and leaves. Deals close-combat Nature damage to one target. May only be used by nature dragons.
500
Required Level: 5
Bluefin Charger
Familiar
The bluefin charger hunts on thin ice. It will charge its prey, breaking the ice beneath their feet, sending it to a watery grave. The charger itself is semi-aquatic.
1850
Leafy Pack
Chests
Assembled from woven vines and tough broad leaves. There's something inside.
0
Fiery Acuity Fragment
Augment Stone
When assigned, this fragment empowers one Fire dragon with +2 Intellect.
400
Required Level: 5
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Day 4
Objective: art
Location: Woodland Path
Starting exp: 15324
Ending Exp: 15324
Number of battles: 0
Drops: none
I actually arted! It's a little cut off from the scan, but... it's also 1 am, and so I am not going to fix it right now.
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